A bridge, a bridge, my kingdom for a bridge – and the view!

I’m road tripping with the best of the best in the best place imaginable. We drive across a bridge and the most interesting conversation takes place. We have just seen something stunning, we have to stop. The decision is made using three-word sentences in a dialogue where every speaker gets her turn. Why we didn’t have 24hours running cameras on us for the duration of the trip is something the world will always regret. Luckily for me, I was there and can thus relive the moment, over and over.

We’re driving on a single lane road, doing about 60 (we’re still on the British Isle here so we’re talking miles). I try to keep my eyes on the road while turning to see if I can still see what I saw when crossing the bridge, and at the same time find somewhere I can turn the car around. A muddy road made do. Luckily there were few cars on the road at the moment, which resulted in me going in the reverse back onto the 60-zone, which, as well as having cars come around corners quite quickly, could also boast of having low visibility and great surprises lurking about. No one were harmed in the making of these memories.

We went back to the bridge and located another small muddy road. The road lead to a wee house with a man outside partly underneath his car who was probably pondering where he would find a new set of breaks out here in the middle of nowhere. We put on our brightest and widest smiles and asked him kindly if we could park our car there while running out to shoot the bridge. The man didn’t look unhappy to see us and gladly offered us place to park.

The view from the bridge was as stunning as it had seemed from the glimpse we got crossing the bridge. And! turning around was another bridge, being in itself equally pleasing on the eyes.

It drizzled a bit and I regretted not having paid enough attention to David’s advice on what equipment might come in handy when photographing outside. So, I apologise for the rain drops that have created a few smudges on the shots.

We ran about like kids for a while before we returned to the car. The Scottish gentleman looked happy as he waved and smiled at us from his kitchen window. We smiled back to thank him for the hospitality he had shown our car.ย 

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8 thoughts on “A bridge, a bridge, my kingdom for a bridge – and the view!

  1. … “We drive across a bridge and the most interesting conversation takes place.”

    Og Nysgjerrige Ingrid undre seg; “MOST. Interesting. Conversation”. Utdyp? ๐Ÿ˜€ *ler*

    Nok et herligt innlegg, Anne Liv. Igjen, du skrive kjempegodt og bildene e heilt fantastiske! Inspirerende ๐Ÿ˜‰

    • Det va vel helst di ittefรธlgende tro-ords setningene eg tenkte pรฅ… Ska passe pรฅ รฅ skrive klarere neste gang ๐Ÿ˜‰ tusen takk for tebagemelding! Veldig kjekt at du lese ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Anne, very nice photos. I particularly like the bridge photo – the angle of the bridge vs. that of the creek (or do the Scottish call that a river) is very appealing.

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